Bob and I have an ongoing joke between us: when he can’t find something, it’s my fault. You know, I’ve put it somewhere, his shoes, his biking shorts, whatever. I love it when he finds something that would not even have my fingerprints on it if checked.
He likes to leave things laying around in certain places, and I like to scoop them up and put them somewhere when cleaning house (which is rare). He is meticulous, shoes always side by side with the shoestrings tucked neatly inside. I’m doing well to find my shoes. He says I have “places for everything and everything in its places”.
And we’re still married after all these years. Continue reading “It’s here somewhere”
I’m notorious for forgetting where I parked my car at Walmart. If you ever see someone wandering about in a parking lot, it’s probably me. And to make it worse, since Bob and I drive old cars, we don’t have that fancy fob that makes the car beep, honk, or otherwise send up a flare that says “over here, stupid!” So I just consider my wanderings as getting in a little more exercise before going home to put away the groceries…
I do have some vestige of pride, however, after walking around somewhat dazed pushing a cart with melting frozen corn. I would much rather identify my own vehicle BEFORE putting the key into the lock and realizing it doesn’t Continue reading “Where’d I park my car? (or, Adventures on Asphalt.)”
I couldn’t find my toothbrush this morning. I put my hand into the basket in the cabinet in the bathroom where it resides, but it wasn’t there. So I looked in the basket, as well as several others places before giving up, and rather than be late to work, I opened one of the new ones I had on hand for guests. I could blame it on any of my three girls, except they’re all in their thirties and are dispersed onto both coasts. Bob’s not a likely candidate since, if not for other reasons, he uses one of those fancy electric ones.
This brings to mind one particular day I went to work and interacted with at least three people before I realized that I had on two different shoes. (Okay, c’mon. They were both navy blue.) And another day after work I Continue reading “The case of the missing toothbrush”